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Bang bang, who's knocking on the door.

I opened my eyes and found myself lying on the bed, touching my body, there was nothing missing, touching the back of my head, there was a blister, it hurt like a knife, but there was no bleeding. Just last night, I don't know who hit me with a stick.

I rolled over and touched the head of the bed and found that the backpack was still there. I took a deep breath of the cool morning breeze, pulled out my backpack from under the bed, unzipped it, and saw that the damn bamboo tube was still there.

Outside the window, birds chirped, and orange juice-like dawn shone through the window.

Everything is so illusory, so unreal.

I thought, maybe it was just a nightmare.

Most people wake up and forget what happened in their dreams, but I remember it vividly. This is not a good thing for me, because I always have very few dreams and nightmares.

Bang bang, the door panel sounded.

I felt some soreness in my body and reached out and wiped it on my face. I turned my head and saw the table under the window, with my tablet on it and my phone next to it.

The light at the door suddenly became intense, and at some point, it had been pushed open. All I could see was a beautiful "1" standing in the doorway.

I closed my eyes for a few seconds, and when I opened them again, I realized that it was Xiao Wan, whom I had only met yesterday, and she was still wearing a short skirt uniform, with two well-proportioned jade legs tightly together, pretty and dignified.

"Did you sleep late last night?" She looked at my somewhat puffy face and said, her voice as melodious as a bird in the woods.

"yes." I covered my upper body with a quilt.

"Mosquitoes at night?"

"Nope." I began to wonder in my heart: yes, in the summer, on the lakeside, in an old house wrapped in leaves like silkworm cocoons, there is not a single mosquito?

"You're lucky, we just sprayed insecticide around the house yesterday morning before you came."

"Oh, I see."

"Get up quickly. The cafeteria is closed. Minister Zheng didn't see you, so he told me to come to you. I took a basket of soup dumplings and a bowl of porridge and put them in the security department. "She spoke beautifully, and although she didn't smile, she made people feel comfortable. Xiaowan? Xiaowan? Oh, and she has a euphemism in the name of the heroine in my novel. No wonder I was stunned when I heard the name yesterday.

"Thank you! Xiao Wan. I said.

"You're welcome." She turned around and gave me a pretty back and walked towards the staircase on the left.

I lifted the covers, put on a dark blue T-shirt, and put pants over the covers.

I stood up and looked inside again, and I didn't find anything out of the ordinary. I almost decided that last night's horror was just a somewhat scary dream, as usual.

My hand reached under the bed and felt for the washbasin, went to the bathroom and returned to the room. I put down the basin, wrung out the towel, pressed it into a plastic case with my toothpaste and brush, tucked it into the net pocket on the side of my backpack, and slung it over my shoulder.

I walked down the stairs to the first floor and into the security office.

Minister Zheng leaned back in his chair steadily. "Editor Zuo, we have limited accommodation here, so I didn't sleep last night."

I've recounted the strange events of last night. Of course, I saved myself from the situation where I was almost stunned. Ernest Hemingway said that everyone has an obligation to protect their dignity.

Minister Zheng sat up straight and pushed the morning to me.

"It's too early." He said.

I sat down on a plastic stool and started eating my already cold breakfast.

I forgot to tell you yesterday when I was so busy, Xiaowan, the big beauty of our security department, likes to sleepwalk at night.

"Sleepwalking? That's going to scare people to death. I felt as if I had said a sneer, but my heart was beating a drum: Was that terrible scene really caused by Xiaowan's sleepwalking?

Minister Zheng didn't laugh. "It's a little scary, so I asked you yesterday if you were bold. But don't be afraid, we'll change you tonight. ”

"No need to change. The main thing is that there is no way to use the computer due to the power outage. "I'm still hard-mouthed.

"It has to be changed." He said with a serious expression.

I lifted my eyes from the plate and looked at him suspiciously.

"A man died in the woods behind the security building last night."

"Huh?! Who? "I was taken aback.

"Tan Wenhu, the deputy minister of our Ministry of Security." He looked out the door, as if someone was walking in. He took a week's leave the day before yesterday, saying that he was going back to his hometown to visit relatives. This morning, when he was on patrol at 7 o'clock, our security guard found him dead in the woods and called 110. Now the criminal police are surveying the scene. ”

I instinctively asked, "Is it a woman or a man?" ”

"Of course it's a man......," Minister Zheng was puzzled by my words.

"Suicide or homicide?" I think this sentence should be asked very professionally.

Minister Zheng glanced at me with his eyes. "I don't know yet. However, our security guards found blood stains along the road from the back of the security department to the woods. Both of his legs were broken, probably from the stairs, there were two rows of tooth marks on his throat, his eyes protruded, his ears and nose were missing, and there were also tooth marks, as if something had bitten off his throat, and then he tore off his ears and nose and dragged him into the woods. ”

Werewolf.

Maybe it's because I've watched too many horror movies, and such a term pops up in my head, and I intuitively feel a chill down my spine.

I looked at the juicy soup dumplings and felt sick to my stomach.

I left the security office and turned to the back of the house, where I saw a police car parked at the foot of the wall, and a policeman without a hat was sitting in the cab with his feet crossed on the steering wheel and a cigarette in his mouth. At the foot of the wall below the window, there were two white lines stretching towards the edge of the woods, and between the white lines were intermittent blackened bloodstains. A dozen or so white-gloved policemen walked up and down under the tall cedar trees, one with a camera taking pictures, two with transparent bags and tweezers taking samples in the grass, and a few others pointing and discussing something in a deformed white circle of humanoids.

I walked to a place about twenty meters away from the white circle. A policeman spotted me and shouted a warning to me not to come any further.

I stopped and looked into the white circle, and I couldn't see the deceased's face clearly, but I could see his black clothes. Stained with coagulated blood, his black clothes seemed to be covered with a layer of paint, shiny and oily. His right hand clutched his crooked neck, his face twisted terribly.

The black shadow of the corpse grass overlapped with the black shadow that appeared in my room last night, and it was almost unreal.

Looking back at the white line at the foot of the wall, it was facing the window of my bedroom last night. I felt a chill down my spine, my mouth was dry, and I wanted to drink water. I went back to the office of the Ministry of Security, asked Minister Zheng for a disposable cup, and stood next to the water dispenser and drank three cups in a row. At this time, two criminal police officers walked in and said that they wanted to talk to the person concerned alone. Minister Zheng automatically stood up and walked out the door, and closed the mottled door with his hand.

The two criminal policemen sat side by side in the position where Minister Zheng was sitting just now, and the one on the left was slightly dark and fat, a circle bigger than the one next to him, and he looked like a black tower sitting there. He held a pair of white gloves in his hands; The one on the right was a little thin and short, with a white skin, about the same height as me, only about 1.74 meters, he opened the notebook in front of him and picked up a pen. On his left hand side was a voice recorder.

I sat on the other side of the table, just facing them. Suddenly, the two of them looked at me in a daze, turned their heads to look at each other for a few seconds, and then turned their heads to look at me suspiciously, and didn't say a word for a long time.

I saw the white-gloved policeman suddenly put his right hand on the holster at his waist. The person holding the pen suddenly put the pen on the table, put his hand in his trouser pocket, and pulled it out and put it under the table. I could clearly feel that he was holding something in his hand aimed at me. If I didn't guess wrong, it should have been a pistol.

I looked at them in amazement, wondering what they were doing. They couldn't shoot me as soon as they met, and I wasn't a criminal.

The two maintained this posture and exchanged glances, and "Black Tower" was the first to ask, "Do you know me?" ”

I shook my head in surprise, "Don't you know?!" ”

"Don't know?!" The white-faced policeman turned his head and glanced at the "Black Tower".

The expressions of the two of them were visibly relaxed, but the movements of their hands did not change.

"What's your name?" "Blacktower" stared me in the eye, as if he would shoot me if I answered incorrectly.

"Left Flame."

"Do you know him?"

I looked at the white-faced policeman and said, "I don't know." ”

The two of them looked at my face intently, as if they wanted to see through whether I was real or fake.

"Where do you work?" After "Black Tower" finished speaking, he closed his mouth tightly together, showing a look that could not be refused.

"Hubei Ancient Painting Publishing House." I said it with a straight face.

The two glanced at each other at the same time. The white-faced policeman looked down and smiled, and whispered, "I thought I had seen a ghost." He inserted his hand hidden under the table into his trouser pocket, put it back on the table, and picked up the pen. The Black Tower smiled knowingly, and put his waist back on the table, and the tense atmosphere in the room suddenly disappeared.

"The Black Tower" put on a businesslike look and threw me a barrage of questions almost without thinking.

"Age?"

"Twenty-six."

"Nation?"

"Tujia."

"Origin?"

"Golden Town, Lichuan City, Enshi Prefecture, Hubei Province."

"Family members?"

"Single."

He looked at me inexplicably, not satisfied with my answer. "Your parents' names?"

"I grew up in an orphanage."

"Oh." He lowered his head, glanced at the white-faced policeman beside him as if he understood something, and soon began to ask me again: "Are you married?" ”

"Nope." When I answered the question, I saw the white-faced policeman smiling from time to time, as if I was not cooperating with their investigation, but talking cross talk.

"Gender?"

"Can't you see that?" I looked at him incomprehensibly.

"Please pay attention, you just need to answer me truthfully." He looked at me sharply, and his tone was stiff. "Where do you work?"

"I'm just here on a business trip."

"You just need to answer my questions, and try to be as brief as possible." He squinted at the mechanical watch on his wrist.

"Okay." In the face of such inquiries, it is estimated that anyone can only respond passively. "I work at the Hebei Ancient Painting Publishing House."

"From now on, I'll ask you again." He looked at me aggressively and said, "Have you lost any of your belongings?" ”

"Nope."

"What are you doing here?"

"Take pictures of the museum's collections."

"Do you know the deceased?" He shoved a picture onto the table in front of me with one hand.

The deceased's eyes widened in horror, his pupils had dilated and turned hollow white, his skin was pale and stiff, like a plaster cast that would crumble at the touch of a blow, his face was only half a nose, the pinna of his left and right ears were missing, and there were two rows of tooth marks on his neck that were horribly deep. It is estimated that it was these two rows of tooth marks that bit off his neck and killed him. If you can calm down a little and eliminate these terrible visual distractions, you can also find that the deceased is a middle-aged man, tall, at least 1.80 meters, from his thick eyebrows, tendon-like blood vessels, bulging masseter muscles and hard jaw, you can see how powerful he used to be.

The "Black Tower" criminal policeman put the white gloves on the table into the right pocket, took out a box of cigarettes from the bag, took out one and held it to the corner of his mouth, picked up the lighter, thought about it and put it down, and then put the cigarette back into the cigarette case.

"I don't know this man." I say.

He put the cigarette case in his bag, zipped it up, pulled out a piece of gum from his left jacket pocket, pulled one out, put it in his mouth and chewed it twice.

"Are you sure you don't know him?"

"I don't know."

"You have to answer truthfully, to know is to know, and not to know is not to know."

"I don't know."

He took the picture from me, put it in a small white paper bag in front of him, and muttered, "It would be miserable if I knew you." ”

The pen-bearer looked at him, turned to me, and said at twice the speed of his comrade-in-arms, "Tell me what happened last night." "As if I'm afraid I won't understand.

I thought the two cops were weird, and I thought something was wrong with them, but I couldn't say why.

I tried my best to briefly describe the events of last night, but I was repeatedly interrupted by the "white-faced police" in the middle of the process, asking me to only give a truthful account of the course of the incident, and not to talk about psychological feelings. They don't seem to know that that's what I care about the most. I had to avoid it as much as I could, so that I stumbled a little when I spoke, and I often broke off as I spoke, and it took me a while to continue.

In the process, I erased the thrilling ** conversation between Wan'er and me. I still think the latter thing is just a nightmare, and the dark shadow who used the incense is the creator of this nightmare. Besides, even if I say it, I don't think the two detectives will necessarily believe it, but may think that my brain is frightened and talking nonsense. Besides, I don't want to be bad for Wan'er, whether she is a human or a ghost, after all, she saved my life. I can't betray someone who is kind to me.

There is no doubt that Wan'er killed him.

But, is Wan'er a werewolf?